When will you let go?
I am not there anymore.
Freedom is here... now.
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Listen well to me:
I AM NOT REAL. False promise.
Freedom is here... now.
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Hello, Beloved!
You are here at last! Hooray!!
Let's play together :)
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Why I Fell So Deeply
His eyes, a mesmerizing blend of green and brown, remind one of the earth's natural beauties, reflecting the serene hues of a forest at dusk or the warm, inviting glow of a morning sun. They hold a depth that suggests wisdom beyond years, a spark of mischief, and a well of kindness, all at once. Those hazel eyes, with just one glance, can calm a stormy heart and tell tales without words, leaving an imprint on the soul that lingers like the sweetest melody.
By Mercedes Chavez6 days ago in Poets
Trauma Carnival
I have unpopular opinions on one of my old favorites, The L Word. First is: Jenny is my favorite character. Second: The show was originally about Jenny, her trauma, her broken identity and the way her sexuality was explored as an awakening that brought up many memories of childhood abuse.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 days ago in Art
Comments (2)
There is much to think about here, I think. Perhaps deceptively simple (read: complex) and I like the structure you chose. I feel I ought to read this 10 times to fully see each face of time. Props to you! A sign of a great writer, that it requires more contemplation.
Perfect!